down at his cock. “You’re still hard.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Are you always so…raring to go?”
Kajakti chuckled. “You could say that.”
“Hmm, interesting. I can see that being a bonus.”
He kissed her forehead. “I like to think so, but we can save
it for later.”
“Later sounds good.”
Jaren snuggled into his embrace as he tugged her closer and
tucked her under his chin. She breathed in Kajakti’s masculine scent and closed
her eyes. She was more than content to stay exactly where she was. Now that
they’d made love again, she felt even stronger for the man who held her so
tenderly. She had no idea what she’d do when she had to go back to British
Columbia. The thought of leaving him behind didn’t sit well with her.
She turned her head and kissed Kajakti’s muscular chest.
There was no point thinking about that now. As things stood, she had no idea
when that would be. Today Jaren would focus solely on the man she wanted to be
with. Tomorrow was Monday and she’d ask someone to take her to the Canadian
consulate to work on getting a new passport.
* * * * *
As Kajakti had predicated, Durlach spent the entire time in
the kitchen with Jaren while she prepared the evening meal. She didn’t mind,
though. She put him to work chopping and stirring pots on the stove when she
needed to do some other task. Kajakti had told her about Durlach’s penchant for
mixing ingredients that had no right being together. It hadn’t taken very long
to find out how true that was. She’d had to stop Durlach from adding his own
twist to what she had cooking. His favorite ingredient seemed to be ketchup.
She’d had to explain it usually wasn’t one that was frequently used by a
trained chef. He’d quickly put the bottle back into the fridge with the promise
he’d only use that condiment for hamburgers, hot dogs and french fries.
After spending a great deal of time up in Kajakti’s bedroom,
making love three times, they’d emerged and Jaren had headed straight for the
kitchen. Kajakti had stayed with her for a bit until Durlach had arrived.
Kajakti had said he’d only get in the way, and left, after he’d given her a
breath-stealing kiss, to see what the other occupants of the house were up to.
As they cooked, Jaren started a conversation with Durlach
that would help her learn more about the new man in her life. “Kajakti tells me
you and the other men of the house are all Tlingit. Are you from the same
tribe?”
Durlach, who stood at the stove stirring the contents of a
frying pan, turned her way and nodded. “Yes. We all lived in the same village
before coming to Juneau.”
“So you all grew up together?”
He smiled. “Basically. Our village wasn’t very big. Everyone
knew everyone.”
“You make it sound as if it’s gone or something.”
Durlach stiffened, then turned back to the frying pan. “I
guess to us it is no more. We all knew once we left we wouldn’t ever return.”
“What about your family? You must still talk to them.”
“No, I don’t.”
When Durlach didn’t elaborate, Jaren figured he no longer
wanted to talk about that particular subject. “Well, I think it’s great that
you all are such close friends that you don’t mind living together. That can
sometimes put a strain on friendships.”
He looked at her and flashed a big smile. “I don’t think
that will ever happen to us. We’ve been through a lot together. We’d be lost if
we had to move out and find our own places to live.” Durlach winked. “So if you
decide you want to stay with Kajakti you get to be a roommate too.”
She chuckled. “So it’s like a package deal? I get Kajakti
and all the rest of you.”
“Yes. Kajakti may think he’s gotten something he waited a
lifetime to find but I will have won too. I get a live-in trained chef to teach
me how to be a better cook.”
“It sounds as if you have everything already planned and me
moving in for good.”
“Well, it’s not as if
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Are you always so…raring to go?”
Kajakti chuckled. “You could say that.”
“Hmm, interesting. I can see that being a bonus.”
He kissed her forehead. “I like to think so, but we can save
it for later.”
“Later sounds good.”
Jaren snuggled into his embrace as he tugged her closer and
tucked her under his chin. She breathed in Kajakti’s masculine scent and closed
her eyes. She was more than content to stay exactly where she was. Now that
they’d made love again, she felt even stronger for the man who held her so
tenderly. She had no idea what she’d do when she had to go back to British
Columbia. The thought of leaving him behind didn’t sit well with her.
She turned her head and kissed Kajakti’s muscular chest.
There was no point thinking about that now. As things stood, she had no idea
when that would be. Today Jaren would focus solely on the man she wanted to be
with. Tomorrow was Monday and she’d ask someone to take her to the Canadian
consulate to work on getting a new passport.
* * * * *
As Kajakti had predicated, Durlach spent the entire time in
the kitchen with Jaren while she prepared the evening meal. She didn’t mind,
though. She put him to work chopping and stirring pots on the stove when she
needed to do some other task. Kajakti had told her about Durlach’s penchant for
mixing ingredients that had no right being together. It hadn’t taken very long
to find out how true that was. She’d had to stop Durlach from adding his own
twist to what she had cooking. His favorite ingredient seemed to be ketchup.
She’d had to explain it usually wasn’t one that was frequently used by a
trained chef. He’d quickly put the bottle back into the fridge with the promise
he’d only use that condiment for hamburgers, hot dogs and french fries.
After spending a great deal of time up in Kajakti’s bedroom,
making love three times, they’d emerged and Jaren had headed straight for the
kitchen. Kajakti had stayed with her for a bit until Durlach had arrived.
Kajakti had said he’d only get in the way, and left, after he’d given her a
breath-stealing kiss, to see what the other occupants of the house were up to.
As they cooked, Jaren started a conversation with Durlach
that would help her learn more about the new man in her life. “Kajakti tells me
you and the other men of the house are all Tlingit. Are you from the same
tribe?”
Durlach, who stood at the stove stirring the contents of a
frying pan, turned her way and nodded. “Yes. We all lived in the same village
before coming to Juneau.”
“So you all grew up together?”
He smiled. “Basically. Our village wasn’t very big. Everyone
knew everyone.”
“You make it sound as if it’s gone or something.”
Durlach stiffened, then turned back to the frying pan. “I
guess to us it is no more. We all knew once we left we wouldn’t ever return.”
“What about your family? You must still talk to them.”
“No, I don’t.”
When Durlach didn’t elaborate, Jaren figured he no longer
wanted to talk about that particular subject. “Well, I think it’s great that
you all are such close friends that you don’t mind living together. That can
sometimes put a strain on friendships.”
He looked at her and flashed a big smile. “I don’t think
that will ever happen to us. We’ve been through a lot together. We’d be lost if
we had to move out and find our own places to live.” Durlach winked. “So if you
decide you want to stay with Kajakti you get to be a roommate too.”
She chuckled. “So it’s like a package deal? I get Kajakti
and all the rest of you.”
“Yes. Kajakti may think he’s gotten something he waited a
lifetime to find but I will have won too. I get a live-in trained chef to teach
me how to be a better cook.”
“It sounds as if you have everything already planned and me
moving in for good.”
“Well, it’s not as if
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